The Fallen (Amos Decker #4)(9)
Decker looked at her appraisingly. “But if you called him?”
“Oh, no, you’re not putting me in the middle of this.”
“Alex, there have been six recent unsolved murders in Baronville.”
She flushed. “I know that!”
“And your sister and her family are living here. In fact, they were right next door to these latest murders.”
Jamison’s jaw dropped. “Decker, I can’t believe you’re playing the guilt card on me.”
“People are dead, Alex.”
“And the police can find out who did it.”
“I’m not sure about that.”
“Why?”
“Because Detectives Green and Lassiter apparently didn’t catch a really big inconsistency in the crime scene. I gave them the chance to comment on it, but they didn’t bite.”
“What inconsistency?”
“Just trust me on that. I’m not sure they’ll be up to the task, is all.”
Jamison started to say something, but stopped and looked in the direction of the house where the two dead men had been found. Then she glanced at her sister’s house.
She let out a long sigh. “Okay, okay,” she said miserably.
“You don’t have to do anything, Alex. Enjoy your vacation and your sister and her family and let me work the case.”
Her face turned red. “Like I’m going to let you work this alone. I can’t even believe you’d say that.”
Now Decker looked uncertain. “It’s…it’s about Zoe.”
“What about her?”
“She asked me to not let you get hurt by bad people.”
“I appreciate that, Amos, I really do. But I’m a big girl, in case you hadn’t noticed. I’ve trained at the FBI, so I’m in the best physical shape of my life. And I can handle a gun. And I’m ready to do my job.”
Decker cracked a smile.
“What?” she demanded.
“I wish I could say I was in the best physical shape of my life.”
“You were in the NFL. I doubt you’ll ever be that fit again. But don’t worry.”
“What do you mean?”
Now it was her turn to smile. “I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter 6
THIS IS CRAZY,” said Frank Mitchell.
He was sitting in his living room with Amber, Decker, and Jamison. It was after midnight and he had just arrived a few minutes earlier. He had finally called Amber back on the way home and been filled in about the murders.
Frank was about six-one, lean and muscular, with curly blond hair and long sideburns. He had on a white dress shirt open at the collar with a loosened tie around it and dark slacks. His socks drooped a bit and his black dress shoes were nicked at the toecaps.
Amber sat beside him, with Frank’s arm protectively around her.
She said, “When I saw them talk about the other murders on TV, I was stunned. Things like that aren’t supposed to happen in small towns like this. Now, I wish we’d never moved here.”
Frank looked incredulously at his wife. “I got transferred here, Am. It’s not like I had a choice.”
“What can you tell us about these other murders?” asked Decker. “You mentioned you saw them on the TV?”
Amber shrugged. “I saw a report on the local news. I really didn’t pay attention to the details, just that some people had been murdered and the police were investigating. And then I turned off the TV because Zoe came into the room.”
Frank slid off his tie, tossed it on the coffee table, and rubbed his neck. He smiled ruefully. “I’m still not used to dressing up for work.” He sat back. “Like I said, I could either take this job or keep working the line back in Kentucky.” He glanced at Decker. “I used to work retail before getting into fulfillment centers. But shopping malls are going down the tubes because everyone wants to buy online. I never finished my college degree. So here I am.”
“Your mom got sick and you left school to help out at home, sweetie. And you’re working hard and moving up in the company,” added Amber encouragingly.
Frank smiled weakly and patted her arm. “Yeah, well, anyway, Baronville is it, at least for a while. The job pays almost double what I was making and the benefits are a lot better. And it’s really cheap to live here. It’s why they don’t build many fulfillment centers in or around big cities. Land and everything else is too expensive.”
“Well, areas like this can certainly use the jobs,” pointed out Jamison.
“Problem is, we can’t fill all our positions.”
“Why not?” asked Jamison. “You’d think people would be banging down the door to get jobs there.”
“They are. But they can’t pass a drug test,” said Frank. “We’re starting to recruit from other parts of the state, and even across the border in Ohio.”
Amber said, “We better get to bed. Frank’s been working all day and I know he must be exhausted. Did you get some dinner, hon?”
“They ordered in pizza. I’m good.” He glanced at Decker and Jamison and smiled shyly. “It’s good to see you again, Alex. And it’s nice to meet you, Amos. I sure wish your visit didn’t have to have this awful thing connected to it.”